Summer Evening

After the fun and craziness that was this past weekend, after playing catch up and dealing with some crap at work, I wanted some down time this evening. To just center myself, regroup, and be alone. Knowing that blueberries are in season and that my grandparents are out of town for a few weeks. I grabbed a couple of containers, the dog and headed into the country. Out a winding road known to locals as "the pike," past brown and black cows grazing, past the cemetery where my great-grandfather was buried long before I was born, and past the dilapidated one room red school house where my grandfather learned to read and write. I am thoroughly convinced that driving out in to the country is good for ones soul...

Once at my grandparents, I headed down over the hill to pick some blueberries. Sandy ran around the garden looking for a rabbit or a deer to chase. In the distance I could hear the sounds of a someone cutting their grass, the low hum of the mower. Closing my eyes I listened to the soothing sounds of Mother Nature. The wind gently rustling through the trees, lifting and fluttering the leaves in the breeze. The acoustical timbre of the cicada song, occasionally punctured by the laugh of a child riding their bike or running through a nearby backyard.

Twilight is a beautiful time in the country. Tonight the sky melted into various pastel shades while the clouds lazily floated by. Sandy and I settled on to the back deck to just drink in the sight of the sun setting over the hills and watched as fireflies danced along the treeline, putting on a spectacular show timed to the sounds of the evening. Just relaxing and appreciating the beauty around me as a perfect summer evening.





"I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order." ~John Burroughs